06-21-2021, 02:15 PM
a bright and dangerous spark
They both seemed to have gained and lost in the previous years. Just like the way his eyes look her over and then right through her, (an act she can hardly pass off as something else - when had Reave ever looked at her like that?) or how he seems to keep company with the birds of the sky. “Bird, in particular.” Cheri corrected herself internally, curiously drawn to the screeching raptor. Reave interprets and she smiles, a tired sort of look that weighs her down physically with the action. Shifting her legs, the dark pegasus pulled a wing close to her side and leaned up against the buff rock wall, sighing.
“I certainly will.” His distant niece insists despite her relative’s wishes. “He already has more sense than you.” Cheri sided with the eagle, throwing it a wink.
She would’ve said more, asked him how things were faring now that he’d decided to settle down, but when her sparkling gaze lifted Cheri caught the same intensity in Reave’s eyes as before: he appeared to be reading her. She’d seen the same expression hundreds - no, thousands of times before, reflected back at her in her father’s eyes. Times when she tried to lie about where she’d been or who she’d been getting into trouble with. Reave’s eyes were even the same color as her father’s: sharp blue. Except Reave’s had an icy undertone to them that was impossible to ignore.
His mouth twisted with purpose, giving Cheri an imperceptible shiver.
“Is there something you’d like to discuss in particular?” The winged mare pushed herself off the wall, sorting herself out with the waving flick of her tinsel-green tail. “No need to be sly with me, cousin.” Cheri sounded as tired as she looked, though she carefully tacked on the bit at the end.
Asking questions that one already knew the answer to was a game she had little love for. It was a common one in their family, and Cheri despised it for the absurdity it was. Reave shouldn’t spend his time wasting his breath. For a guardian of the North, that was beneath him.
Her ears flicked backward halfway, undecided on whether or not she should be offended. “I don’t believe in secrets among kin or close friends.”
Outside the weather hurled itself against the stone cliffs, barely touching them beneath the crafty overhang. Gray skies and thick fog obscured the rest of the world, hiding choppy seas better seen on a ‘clear’ day in Nerine. Cheri had been more than eager to spend her time and precious energy with Reave, but if his presence here only served to foul her already soured mood, then he could expect a less-than-warm reception while they waited out the storm.
“I certainly will.” His distant niece insists despite her relative’s wishes. “He already has more sense than you.” Cheri sided with the eagle, throwing it a wink.
She would’ve said more, asked him how things were faring now that he’d decided to settle down, but when her sparkling gaze lifted Cheri caught the same intensity in Reave’s eyes as before: he appeared to be reading her. She’d seen the same expression hundreds - no, thousands of times before, reflected back at her in her father’s eyes. Times when she tried to lie about where she’d been or who she’d been getting into trouble with. Reave’s eyes were even the same color as her father’s: sharp blue. Except Reave’s had an icy undertone to them that was impossible to ignore.
His mouth twisted with purpose, giving Cheri an imperceptible shiver.
“Is there something you’d like to discuss in particular?” The winged mare pushed herself off the wall, sorting herself out with the waving flick of her tinsel-green tail. “No need to be sly with me, cousin.” Cheri sounded as tired as she looked, though she carefully tacked on the bit at the end.
Asking questions that one already knew the answer to was a game she had little love for. It was a common one in their family, and Cheri despised it for the absurdity it was. Reave shouldn’t spend his time wasting his breath. For a guardian of the North, that was beneath him.
Her ears flicked backward halfway, undecided on whether or not she should be offended. “I don’t believe in secrets among kin or close friends.”
Outside the weather hurled itself against the stone cliffs, barely touching them beneath the crafty overhang. Gray skies and thick fog obscured the rest of the world, hiding choppy seas better seen on a ‘clear’ day in Nerine. Cheri had been more than eager to spend her time and precious energy with Reave, but if his presence here only served to foul her already soured mood, then he could expect a less-than-warm reception while they waited out the storm.
@[Reave]